the photographs and diary of a bimbling boomer

Forget bucolic fantasies

of grape harvesting. It’s not peasants with shears delicately placing the bunches into baskets – it’s these big beasties …

I’ve spent a couple of days on an ACSI site completely surrounded by vineyards – currently they are harvesting the white grapes and then they’ll move on to the reds.

All the world’s a vineyard …

I used to be indecisive and now I just can’t make up my mind where to cross over into Spain and where in Spain to head. Talk about vacillating as fast as I make a decision I start thinking but I could do this, or this … Pau is out, not enough campsites on the Spanish side, I’m now contemplating going via Biarritz and then on to Los Picos national park to see if I can see me a bear or I could go left and over to Perpignan and then on to Barcelona …

« For my part, I travel not to go anywhere,
but to go.
I travel for travel’s sake.
The great affair is to move. »
– Robert Louis Stevenson,
‘Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes’

« The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can.
Pursuing it with eager feet
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.